Chapter 74
Tao Yunzhou's ashes were eventually taken away by a man named Li, and even a funeral was not held.
An Xingmin suggested that her soul return to Anguo, like fallen leaves returning to their roots.
At Lanzhou Wharf, An Jing once again witnessed the submarine's ascent, his emotions swirling. However, An Xingmin comfortably hugged his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, Dad knows. I won't find you a stepmother."
An Jing nodded numbly. He was about to graduate, and because the Blue Continent system was in need of reconstruction, his teacher wrote a letter of recommendation to recommend him for graduate school, so that he could join a related unit to serve the country in the future.
"When you go out to work, be careful about everything, don't tell anyone that he is my son." An Xingmin was packing his luggage. It was obvious that he was preparing to move for work.
An Jing: "Lanzhou is so small, how can it be hidden?"
"What I mean is, I don't want you to take advantage of my power to bully others. Things are different now, and the bench under your butt is different. It's always better to make fewer mistakes." An Xingmin packed his luggage himself, and even took off his once beloved brand-name watch.
"What kind of person is Chief Deng Zhengming?" An Jing asked. "Dad, there's something I'm not sure whether I should tell you or not."
An Xingmin paced in place, lowering his voice. "I'm just now realizing how eerie this Blue Continent Base is. It's a pure land that preserves the human race, but it's full of wealthy people. Doctors, lawyers, and scientists aren't many. The problem is, Xia Country has been ravaged by the fluorescent disease, and yet the government is still running amok?"
"Money is the smartest thing," An Jing replied. "A country's rise and fall can't be predicted in a day or two. There's some truth in following the capitalists' predictions."
An Xingmin: "Yes, I have a reasonable suspicion that Deng Zhengming was sent by Xia Country to clean up the Blue Continent Base."
Thinking of this, he sat back on his low sofa and said, "I'm just worried that if Xia Country rises in the future, the Blue Continent Base closest to it will be the target of public criticism. If I don't plan well, this land will become an island, and I won't have any way to escape then."
An Jing understood the hidden meaning of his words.
The Blue Continent base is too small, and it's only an underwater base. It's also closest to the vast Xia Kingdom, and the people who come here don't have much patriotism...
The Earth is filled with miasma, but the people on land have not died out. If one day the Xia Kingdom survives the cold winter and a powerful person comes to power to reorganize the country, the first to be hit will be you, Lanzhou, a group of fence-sitters who have left your homeland!
"An Jing, An Jing..." An Xingmin's face turned pale, and he seemed to reach out his hand. An Jing moved forward, but he grabbed his wrist. An Jing saw his father's eyes filled with tears and said, "Do you still want to go back to land?"
"I..." An Jing suddenly didn't dare to answer. As the sky gradually darkened, the ocean fell into silence again. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a small red dot outside the window that flickered on and off.
It looks like the ray of death aimed at by a sniper rifle.
"I'll go with you, Dad." An Jing replied with a chill down his spine. "What I wanted to tell you before was that the person who saved Chief Deng Zhengming on the ship was a female doctor from Jiang Country. She seemed like a pretty nice person."
In fact, An Xingmin didn't understand the second half of his sentence, but according to his understanding, it was: "Okay, I understand. I'll contact him. As long as he's not a spy or something like that."
Finally, in the sixth month after the assassination of Chief Deng Zhengming, and at the ninth meeting of the Council, An Xingmin was nominated and elected as the leader of Lanzhou.
After that dangerous encounter, Chief Deng Zhengming's health deteriorated and he eventually passed away.
By this time, An Jing had finally become what his colleagues called a playboy, dabbling in games, sculpture, art, and any other deviant pursuits, except for serious scholarship.
But what is remarkable, and even surprising to others, is that everything Chief An wanted to do over the years went very smoothly with almost no resistance.
Especially in terms of economy, An Xingmin was very fond of the emerging fruit industry Haiju Company. The two companies joined forces and even moved the experimental site to the border of Xia State on the surface of the Blue Continent Sea. A fruit that could grow in saline-alkali land came into being, also known as: sea orange.
Of course, it's cheaper because it's salty instead of sweet.
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"Oh my god, that's amazing." Under the white and hazy gauze window, Song Yashu looked at the well-dressed Lin Mosheng, the current CEO of Haiju Company, in the news report. He snorted coldly with extreme contempt, and then looked at An Jing who was smoking deeply facing the window.
"You actually endured the nausea and talked to Lin Mosheng?" Song Yashu smiled playfully.
"We're just doing experiments together on a scientific research project." An Jing blew out a puff of smoke. "We've rarely even met each other. We're just together in name only. My dad and his dad are doing the work."
"Hahahahaha..." Song Yashu lifted her hair, her eyes sharp and ambiguous, "I just think it's funny. You used to be such a stubborn gentleman."
Is that so? An Jing felt a chill in his heart: Why then does society never show mercy to upright people?
"Your name isn't very good." An Jing turned around, sneered, as if smoking an e-cigarette when they first met, and said, "Song Yashu, it doesn't sound good. The word 'Ya' doesn't quite suit you. Although you're into calligraphy and art, it's obvious that you don't deserve the word 'Ya'. 'Ya'? Elegant. Ah... yes, you're not elegant enough."
Song Yashu's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed the glass nearby, thought for a moment, then switched to toilet paper and threw it at him, shouting, "You old whore, why are you pretending to be an intellectual? What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"
An Jing just happened to grab the toilet paper. He said jokingly, "I did talk a lot, but not every one of them went to bed with me."
Having said this, An Jing took off his pajama jacket and looked at the half-person-high mirror in the room, as if he was looking at his own figure.
His expression was solemn, and as he breathed, it was as if he was peering through his flesh to see what was beneath his skin.
"How about you take some time to go to the gym with me?" An Jing mentioned casually, raising an eyebrow at him in the mirror, but his eyes passed over Song Yashu's figure, revealing a slight disdain.
What kind of person is he? — Song Yashu could clearly feel that An Jing hated her and didn't like her at all, but if that was the case, why would he date me?
Song Yashu put on his pants quickly, feeling unhappy but also a desire to win. He asked, "An Jing, can we talk about our true feelings? What are you thinking about all day long? I feel that you have not only changed, but also changed too much! You have become very strange. You were not like this before. Ever since your father became the leader, you have..."
"What does it have to do with my dad being the leader?" An Jing raised his eyes. He turned around and stared at him intently, "My dad is my dad, and I am me. It's my dad's business if he wants to stay in Blue Island forever, but I don't want to rot in the sea and feed the fish forever."
"..." Song Yashu was stunned. An Jing had already changed into his floral shirt. He smiled again: "Can you help me see if this outfit looks good on me? It's a trendy brand I bought myself."
At least we have done what boyfriends should do.
Song Yashu comforted herself mentally and nodded in agreement. After all, she was the one who had been in contact with him the longest.
"If you don't know, you'd think you were helping your dad launder money." Song Yashu stood over obediently and helped him pick out a tie.
"Whatever you think." An Jing admired his gorgeous self in the mirror and said, "I'm not planning on taking over my dad's job anyway, so why should I be his good son?"
"Actually, I quite like you like this." Song Yashu tied An Jing's tie and did this simple action for a long time, and her smile became full of love.
"That's right, don't think too much, people should live in the present." An Jing closed his eyes and took another puff of the fruit cigarette in his hand, as if only in this way could he give himself a sense of security.
"Then I should change my name from now on?" Song Yashu said with a flattering smile, "Or find a fortune teller to calculate your horoscope. It sounds more suitable for you."
"You're crazy." An Jing suppressed his laughter, covered his eyes, and then put on a smile again: "Sure, whatever you want."
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Another ten years have passed since the establishment of the Blue Island Base.
An Xingmin tried his best to maintain and cultivate his own party members. Cheng Bing was in charge of the military affairs, Haiju Company took the lion's share of the economy, and the TV station Blue Star Light was also a new force in public opinion. It can be said that he was able to achieve this level of the Blue Continent Base, excluding luck, which was really a kind of ability.
An Jing didn't live in the house with the second floor anymore. Instead, he borrowed some money from his father and took out a loan to buy a large flat. On the surface, they said they wouldn't advertise his status as the chief's son, but the truth was, An Jing's background meant he couldn't start from scratch as a laborer.
An Xingmin is currently deeply tied to Blue Continent, seemingly directing its affairs, but in reality, he has no control over his own actions. An Jing isn't completely free either, surrounded by so many intelligent people that he's already become part of the family's interests.
Loneliness hung over him like a shadow.
An Jing would even text him, "Dad, can I go to land and take a look? Just treat it as a trip. I really feel that life in the underwater base is particularly depressing. I want to go back to Xia Country and at least understand the miasma situation up there."
An Xingmin: Will you come back after you go?
An Jing's throat choked and he was speechless.
He stood in front of the large indoor swimming pool, facing the waves. The water, which was cast with colorful light, was like an invisible cage that trapped his freedom.
An Xingmin took the time to send him a message: A new emperor has new ministers, and a new generation has its own soul.
An Xingmin: I've become the leader of Blue Continent, so I have to have my own stance and my own attitude. If you have your own ideas, go ahead and do them. I won't judge you, and please don't test my stance any further.
These words are ambiguous and the attitude is difficult to discern. In a sense, An Xingmin is almost drawing a clear line between himself and An Jing.
How could An Xingmin not know that An Jing wanted to run.
After a dead silence, An Jing burst into tears, as if he was moved, but more like he was cruel. He made up his mind to firmly believe in his own judgment.
"Thank you, Dad." An Jing sent a voice message to An Xingmin. This was probably the last true words between them.
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